The Substitute

Cook

Early in the day Ameera woke up from her sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and spread his gaze. It turns out he was in his room. A little surprised because he remembered he was still on the way home. He found Ozan hugging him from behind. At the release of Ozan's hand that was coiled on his stomach. Sensing Ameera's movements, Ozan awakens and finds Ameera sitting on a bed.

"Darling. " Ozan said as he sat down and stroked the top of Ameera's head.

"I am hungry" said Ameera, holding her stomach. They haven't had dinner yet. Along the way Ozan sleeps on the plane, while Ameera does not eat because of nausea on the plane.

"You're hungry, huh? We're going to the kitchen, yuk. I'm masakin for you. "give Ozan.

"Can you cook?" ask Ameera

"What a hard thing to cook, yank." Ozan underestimated the cooking. "Come...!" take Ozan later.

Ameera follows Ozan into the kitchen.

Arriving in the kitchen, Ozan was very confident opening a large refrigerator in the kitchen. He chose some food ingredients such as eggs, carrots, tomatoes and onions. Then use the apron. Previously he washed all the food he chose. He also started his cooking.

Ameera sat in the chair watching Ozan who was busy cooking. He was a little doubt whether an Ozan Chandra Jaya who had been served his life like a king could cook. Ozan looked at one by one the food he chose. Occasionally scratching his head that does not itch.

This is called a carrot, right? How to cut it, huh? Inner Ozan

He also took a knife and a platter. Then start chopping carrots until they are out of shape without peeling the skin first and then put them in a container. Ameera raised her eyebrows next to Ozan.

Slovenly, the carrot is not peeled. Is this the custom of the people from their home country? Inner Ameera

After that he cut the tomatoes into four parts. Ameera who sat there widened her eyes, gaping in disbelief with Ozan's cooking technique.

What's normal to make an omelet with a tomato cut that big? Inner Ameera

Ameera started to frown. Ozan glanced at Ameera and smiled bitterly. " Just back...!" Ozan.

Ameera nodded slowly.

Ozan gulps down a coarse saliva holding an onion in his hand. Ozan then sliced the onion very carefully and without realizing it, he began to sob because his eyes were sorely exposed to the splash of onion slices. Occasionally wiping his watery eyes. Ameera wanted to laugh there but she broke it. He still sits sweetly waiting for Ozan's cooking.

Fucking onion! How dare you make me cry. Ozan's mind was cursing an onion in his slices.

It's time for the most embarrassing thing in Ozan's dramatic life to break an egg. Before breaking the egg, he again glanced at Ameera who was still busy watching him.

Why on the show cooking feels easy to break eggs, yes.I even forgot how they do it. Ozan is in again

He rolled his eyes around like he was looking for something. When his eyes caught a scratch in the corner of the kitchen, he picked it up. Ameera jumped in shock to see Ozan take a yawl.

What's he doing with a yaw? Inner Ameera

Ozan then placed an egg on his palm and then hit the egg until it broke. Can be imagined how it would be if an egg was placed in the palm of the hand and hit with a little hard using a scratch.

"Why did the egg break?" Mumbled slowly

Ameera touched her temple with a finger because her head felt throbbing watching Ozan's behavior.

It's mortifying. What the hell is he doing? Inner Ameera.

Ozan glanced at Ameera without shame. He smiled strangely at Ameera who was sitting there. Ozan then washed his hands in the sink affected by the broken eggs. Then he opened the fridge and took two more eggs. He broke it very carefully. Until the eggshell partially enters the container.

I've never eaten eggs with her skin. Ameera's mind was already beginning to fidget.

Ozan then added two tablespoons of salt to the container. Ameera who had been sitting quietly there became increasingly agitated. His face also turned pale. Ameera adjusted her breathing which felt hunting.

He said he wanted to cook for me, right? Oh, my God, protect me from eating those sea-flavored eggs. Inner Ameera

With ease Ozan shuffled the eggs and put teflon on the stove. After that he was seen observing the stove as if he was looking for something.

How do you light it?

"Ameera.. Can you help me turn on the stove?" ozan Pinta

Don't tell me you've never lit a stove. Inner Ameera.

For whatever sake Ameera felt like fainting. He touched his nape, then walked up to the stove and lit it. Then sit back in his chair. Ozan smiled sweetly at Ameera.

He said he had to wait for the heat to enter the oil, yes.

If I didn't see for myself, I wouldn't believe it if it was really you. Ameera.

Ozan immediately put in the oil, then without realizing the oil had heated up and smoky a little but he had not put the egg dough into teflon. Finally he panicked himself to see the smoke. Then very carefully he put the egg dough into teflon.

Ozan continued to look at the egg dough without blinking.

If it's ripe, what's the sign, huh?

He also flipped the egg dough until the color of the egg became somewhat dark.

Because he thought the egg was burnt, he panicked again.

"Ameera's... Ameera please turn off the stove." pinta Ozan frantically.

"Huh?" Ameera opened her mouth in disbelief. Then immediately turn off the stove.

"It's ripe, huh?" ozan asked as he stared at his homemade omelet occasionally sniffing the smell.

You are the chef. Why ask me.

Unwittingly, he moved the egg into a dish, then gave it to Ameera.

"Ameera's... This is called the omelet of the solar eclipse" said Ozan called the food menu he made.

Ameera was caught hearing the name of the food Ozan mentioned.

Ameera gulped down a rough saliva looking at the object that was not worth calling the food in front of her. Suddenly he felt nauseous. He wants to hide himself at the south pole now to avoid eating Ozan's cooking.

Ozan sees Ameera's face coming to him and gives him a drink.

"Drink first? You why? Still dizzy, huh?"

Ozan sits in front of Ameera, looking at her cooked eggs. Then glanced at Ameera who was trying hard to hold back her laughter.

"Yes gosong? Sorry, this is actually the first time I've done something like this. " Ozan scratched his non-itchy head.

A few seconds later they both burst out laughing at Ozan's stupidity by believing himself to be underestimating cooking as easy.

Mr. Diman who was in his room heard a commotion from the kitchen. Curious, he went to the kitchen to see what was going on.

"Young Master, do you need anything?" Ask Mr. Diman. That brought Ozan and Ameera's laughter to a halt.

"Sorry, sir. We're shooting Master Chef." Ozan's heart is scratching his neck that is not itchy. While Ameera was still laughing loudly breaking the silence of the night.

"Sir, would you please order some food from the hotel restaurant now?" pinta Ozan to Mr. Diman.

"What do you want to eat. Let me call the waiter to prepare it, " asked Mr. Diman.

"No need, sir! It's late at night. They must be sleeping. Just order it from the hotel restaurant but that's quick, yeah."

"Well, what do you want to eat?"

"Darling... What do you want to eat?" ask Ozan

"Anything is up, just don't omelet a solar eclipse." replied Ameera mocked. Ozan clenched his hands and gently patted Ameera on the forehead.

"Make a good order, sir." said Ozan as he glanced at the scorched egg he made. Mr. Diman turned his eyes to the omelet on the table, then glanced at Ozan who was still wearing an apron. He felt something tickle his stomach.

He also avoided trouble for not wanting to laugh in front of his young master. He immediately ordered food from a hotel restaurant owned by the Chandra Jaya family.

What's wrong with you young master. Do you think cooking is easy? You never even touch anything related to the kitchen. How do you think about cooking? The mind of Mr. Diman who was laughing out loud without a sound.

20 Minutes later, food from the hotel arrived at the house. Ozan and Ameera ate well.

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ACTUALLY I DON'T KNOW IN THIS CHAPTER BAGANG OJAN AGAIN. I MYSELF AM ASHAMED OF THE UNCLEAR BEHAVIOR OF THE OJAN BALANG.